Tell me about your insomnia. Back end of last year, I thought I was cured forever. Turns out I was only cured until Christmas. Last night I was still awake at 3am, which made my 6am wake-up call from the Small Boy hard to bear.
I lie awake and try to do all the relaxing things, to think the happy thoughts and unclench my shoulders. I doze off occasionally and then my foot itches or I need a wee or the cat jumps on the bed, and I’m awake and have to go through it all again.
I know Uborka! is rife with insomniacs. Share your pain.